Daily (ish) Snippet
Mar. 25th, 2020 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriToday's snippet from Freelance Spies (James Bond/Harry Potter crossover, and yes I do mean the entire f-ing franchise, it's more fun that way), after Alec is feeling much recovered from Arkangel, thank you, and accidentally sees a six-year-old Harry with his aunt and cousin at a grocery, and well. In Alec's defense, he was left unsupervised, and his friends should know better than to do that. He does things like establish crime syndicates and kidnap the Boy-Who-Lived from his abusive Muggle relatives.
Alec's grandmother would get along with M like a house on fire, and calls Harry "little bird" because it's what she called her son, and her grandson, and she'll call her grandson's adopted son the same while he's a child, just you try and stop her. She calls Alec by his name most of the time, and calls him her crow when she's exasperated with him, and Sanya when she's feeling very sentimental.
And Alec in return calls her babushka and grandmother and never uses her name unless he has to fill out official forms that involve her, and speaks Russian with her at home as much as he can, and teaches Harry how to speak Russian because that's the language of home.
His grandmother hums as she looks over Harry. "Where did you say you brought him home from, Alec? I can't think much of the place, he's too skinny."
"I didn't say." Alec takes a breath, tapping the plate in front of him to inform the kitchen he's at the table. "Others will take care of it, grandmother. People who can't be sent back to ruined homes if they get caught."
"I wouldn't be caught, моя ворона." His grandmother sighs when Harry flinches slightly at the sharp note in her voice, reaching out a gentle hand to smooth his hair back. "Now, маленькая птица, you should sit with us and eat a proper breakfast, da?"
Harry darts a glance at Alec, nodding hesitantly, and climbing into the chair Alec's grandmother directs him to. Alec summons a plate from the sideboard, setting it in front of Harry before tapping it.
Alec's grandmother would get along with M like a house on fire, and calls Harry "little bird" because it's what she called her son, and her grandson, and she'll call her grandson's adopted son the same while he's a child, just you try and stop her. She calls Alec by his name most of the time, and calls him her crow when she's exasperated with him, and Sanya when she's feeling very sentimental.
And Alec in return calls her babushka and grandmother and never uses her name unless he has to fill out official forms that involve her, and speaks Russian with her at home as much as he can, and teaches Harry how to speak Russian because that's the language of home.
His grandmother hums as she looks over Harry. "Where did you say you brought him home from, Alec? I can't think much of the place, he's too skinny."
"I didn't say." Alec takes a breath, tapping the plate in front of him to inform the kitchen he's at the table. "Others will take care of it, grandmother. People who can't be sent back to ruined homes if they get caught."
"I wouldn't be caught, моя ворона." His grandmother sighs when Harry flinches slightly at the sharp note in her voice, reaching out a gentle hand to smooth his hair back. "Now, маленькая птица, you should sit with us and eat a proper breakfast, da?"
Harry darts a glance at Alec, nodding hesitantly, and climbing into the chair Alec's grandmother directs him to. Alec summons a plate from the sideboard, setting it in front of Harry before tapping it.